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January 2, 2005

Armageddon's comin'!

Shocking breakdown of the sway that the Christian right holds over public policy in America. Most disheartening are the ramifications for environmental policy:

[...] many Christian fundamentalists feel that concern for the future of our planet is irrelevant, because it has no future. They believe we are living in the End Time, when the son of God will return, the righteous will enter heaven, and sinners will be condemned to eternal hellfire. They may also believe, along with millions of other Christian fundamentalists, that environmental destruction is not only to be disregarded but actually welcomed -- even hastened -- as a sign of the coming Apocalypse.

Paging Don Knotts

Now how the hell did I miss this last year? God, or Satan -- the juries still out -- revealed himself in the form of fish last March:

According to two fish-cutters at the New Square Fish Market, the carp was about to be slaughtered and made into gefilte fish for Sabbath dinner when it suddenly began shouting apocalyptic warnings in Hebrew.
Fortunately, the scaley prophet was quickly subdued:
The animated carp commanded Rosen to pray and study the Torah. Rosen tried to kill the fish but injured himself. It was finally butchered by Nivelo and sold.
The fish's final sermon was delivered with a lovely lemon sauce and parsley garnish.

January 3, 2005


Bradley is up and running with Wordpress, and I for one am tickled pink about it. My daily dose of Braddles is one of the things I miss most about California. Get to postin' bro! And add me to your blogroll, punk.

January 6, 2005

Not Bloody Likely

Slate points out that ugly-ass teevee husbands are having some hot wives. While one could easily chalk it up to aging-boomer male fantasy (get old, fat, and loserly and still score!) I thought this take was interesting as well:

In portraying husbands as lousy parents, marginal breadwinners, and repellant sexual partners, the fat-husband sitcoms convey a persecution fantasy that rises from the same swamp of resentments as these books do: "Yes, I'm supercompetent and I even look great, despite all the crap I have to deal with, and, yes, that's my husband over there, the fat, useless one scratching his nuts."

January 7, 2005

Hand Job

Now this looks cool:

Taken straight from a mold for the hand used for stunt work in the film, this life-size movie-accurate replica of Hellboy's stone hand is made of a dense rubber material. The foam of the stone hand is hollow and includes a built-in grip.


Now this guy is serious about his Halo 2.

Tow strap

Ha! Here're some pictures of a 22-year-old Jeep pulling a brand-new Hummer H2 out of a not-very-perilous predicament. Writes the samaritan:

Pictures of your Hummer H2 on the internet being rescued by a 20 year old Jeep from a 12" stump in a parking lot beside a port-a-jon for all the internet to see


January 19, 2005

I won't follow

Google has introduced a promising development in the war against comment spam:

From now on, when Google sees the attribute (rel="nofollow") on hyperlinks, those links won't get any credit when we rank websites in our search results.
And if that interests you, then you should also check out Six Apart's new and comprehensive Guide to Comment Spam (which doesn't look like it's been updated to include the nofollow tidbit.)

January 25, 2005

Amen, Abe

"America will never be destroyed from the outside. If we falter, and lose our freedoms, it will be because we destroyed ourselves." (Abraham Lincoln, 1809-65)

Carson on Citizen's Band

Kottke points to a long New Yorker profile on Carson that contains this tidbit:

Most of what you hear on CB radio is either tedious (truck drivers warning one another about speed traps) or banal (schoolgirls exchanging notes on homework), but at its occasional—and illegal—worst it sinks a pipeline to the depths of the American unconscious. Your ears are assaulted by the sound of racism at its most rampant, and by masturbation fantasies that are the aural equivalent of rape. The sleep of reason, to quote Goya’s phrase, brings forth monsters, and the anonymity of CB encourages the monsters to emerge. Not often, of course; but when they do, CB radio becomes the dark underside of a TV talk show. No wonder Carson loathes it.
Sounds alot like playing on XBox Live.


I'll leave any deep exploration of the war-on-terror cultural zeitgeist aside, and just say that the first 10 minutes of 24 last night were some of the tautest, most action-packed, Jack Bauer badassery yet aired.

And that bit with Behrooz and the shovel was kinda unsettling. That family creeps me out.

January 26, 2005



What's the difference between an SUV and a hedgehog?

A hedgehog has a bunch of pricks on the outside.

Found on The Catbirdseat.

Paging Kevin Costner

Ferdinand Cheval was a postman with a dream:

Each day on his round if he saw stone or pebble that caught his eye he would put it to one side and when he had finished work he would take his wheelbarrow and collect them and in April 1879 he started work on his "ideal palace". For the next 30 years, working alone, he built what he saw in his visions, a mad, fabulous fantasy palace.
If I get the opportunity to travel to Grenoble on business (several members of my team have been already) then I will definitely make a side-trip to Cheval's Palais.

January 28, 2005

I used to work for this guy

Passed along by an ex-coworker, this puts a whole new perspective on the behavior of my old manager. Suddenly, it all makes sense...

January 31, 2005

Warm Heaven

If you have occasion to visit Arizmendi Bakery in San Francisco's Inner Sunset, I highly recommend it. Aside from their delicious gourmet pizzas, there are also the world's most wonderful scones. (I used to like them warmed in the microwave for ~15 seconds, then topped with butter.) And even though there are .. oh, about 6 coffee shops in the neighborhood, I used to make the trip to Arizmendi just to get a sip of their small-batch, carafe-brewed nectar. So much better than a huge 2-gallon batch of bitter brew from Starbucks or the Beanery. (Don't get me wrong, I love the 2 Beaneries, too.)

What has me thinking about this old favorite neighborhood haunt? Why, playing around with A9's cool new local results with photos. Also cool is this hot-off-the-presses hack that returns a city-street's worth of photos from A9s database. (Found via onfocus.)

Xbox Live Customer Support

If you ever find yourself in need of actual phone support for XBox or Xbox Live, you can reach them at 1-800-4My-Xbox. I'm sure Microsoft would rather you endlessly wander around the maze of low-overhead, self-serve uselessness that is their official web-based support. When you get 'em on the phone, tell 'em that Bryce sent you. (FWIW, the woman who helped me today, "Bonnie", was awesome. Courteous, helpful and patient. The Web will never replace a smart, kind person. Never.)

Update 1/08/2007: I'm not sure this will matter, but—from comments this entry has been receiving—it's clear that some stumble across this page and somehow mistakenly assume that I or this site are affiliated with Microsoft, or are responsible in some way for providing customer support for xbox live. This is, of course, not the case. I'm just some guy who was himself frustrated with XBox Live Support. Particularly, with locating the telephone number for said support. So... call the number above with your support needs. Comment here if you must, but I can guarantee you'll get no satisfaction from doing so.

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